The night is young,
when true hate rings.
And heaven condemns the
song she sings.
Of evil kitties, a scream
and the plans,
to torture ten thousand
Emily fans.
Her eyes ran dark,
an insatiable flood,
of sparkling evil, running
through her blood.
Poisoning empty,
cavernous holes
of the innocent hearts
of so many young souls.
Ivory skin,
ace of spades in her hair,
you're starting to see her face everywhere.
She's coming for you,
so don't cry, moan, or screech.
Just let her take you,
she has much to teach
Derangement of man
cannot compare
to her madness, a normal despair.
Searching, seeking,
the twist of the blade.
Don't try to stop her, your fate has
been made.
She's skipping, running, leaping fast
hoping night will make it last
but day is rising, stars are falling
don't worry she'll get us.
-Jaydia
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